#ingellvar

[triaelf9]

I love my spooky dad and I love all the headcanons for Ingellvars and Vorgoth helping raise them, so as a mood-lightener this week, I doodled some babby Ronan doodles for fun now that I've settled on their canon faction XD

Hope this brings you some smiles too ^_^

[proffbon]

THE FUCK YOU MEAN NOBODY KNOWS?

Does everyone in the Necropolis just not question shit?

First it's the crypt baby. 'Oh yeah, it's our crypt baby. Where did he come from? Uhh, we're not really sure'.

And now it's 'Oh, this is my colleague Vorgoth. Why are they a cloud of smoke in a cape? We honestly don't know'.

[hextechmaturgy]

as they say, sharing is caring

[nananarc]

Spite is confused why Lucanis pull away from the almost kiss. Inspired by this post!

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[shn-illustrations]

Eternity

And how they unlived happily ever after.

I’ve always enjoyed it when a game leaves its ending open enough to keep the story alive long after the credits roll. This piece is set after the events of Dragon Age: Veilguard, in my own little “what comes next” space.

In my version of the story, Agatha lives out her full mortal life with Emmrich and eventually pursues lichdom. Not to escape death, but to remain closer to it, keeping watch over her beloved home, the Grand Necropolis. And to make the ending a little more sappy (there’s enough loss in real life, so let me have this), she also gets to spend eternity with the man she loves.

And finally, Agatha has all the time in the world for her corpse beetle collection. 🪲

[spiritsong]

did yall find the ancient elven tablets of communication as well

[elvhenwarden]

i wanted to design some custom mourn watch fits for my ingellvar, lethe, largely inspired by the victorian/edwardian theme of emmrich's design.

[covertleathers]

An Ingellvar Rook telling Lucanis they would lovingly dress his body in death in the highest Antivan finery. Met with awkward silence. Later, a mortified Rook with Emmrich:

E: “You told him what?”

R: “I wasn't thinking!”

E: “Rook, while that may be a term of affection where we come from, telling an assassin that you would lovingly dress his corpse might as well have been a threat on his life.”